This weekend I uttered a sentence I have never before used in my life.
Proper saddleseat turn-out mandates make-up for female riders. Although I have only worn make-up a handful of times, I submit to this requirement with my trademark quiet dignity. I made sure to take the lipstick with me to the ring for a pre-ride touch-up once I inevitably chewed it all off. After the show, I was digging around in a pile of ribbons and gloves and what-not. When someone asked what I was doing, I said … pause for dramatic effect …
“I’m looking for my lipstick.”
You may now fall about the floor laughing.